"All Roads Lead to Rome. Today, I wish they didn't. Not because I am afraid of war for I am no stranger to that, but because I am afraid of dying before my purpose is complete. Whatever my purpose in life may be."
~The Personal Journal of Robin Blake
If he swelled on the disappearance of the two hunters for longer, then Robin ran the risk of being overwhelmed by the massed assault. One of his arrows, even though it was hastily shot, found its mark in the Ogre's shoulder, but the creature paid no heed to whatever Robin could throw at it.
In danger of being overrun, Robin pulled back up the rows of seating in order to get a clear shot, and found that he was not alone. In this titanic battle, he had been joined by every long-rang specialized Hunter that had made the journey to Rome. Some were even using magic, and fireballs joined the arrows that he and his new-found companions loaded into the massed hordes below.
For a second, Robin almost believed that the combined archery from the Hunters and the skill of the close-combatants, the creatures would be defeated especially after seeing their heavy losses. But, to his distaste, they kept coming. At this rate, they would overrun them, no matter whether Robin was sitting at the back of the building or on the front steps. Suddenly, he noticed with growing interest that the air around him began to tingle. Looking around him, he quickly noticed that four men, all dressed in matching grey cloaks sporting silver swords that shined in the firelight, had taken up positions around the firing line of the Hunter. They were split so that they were two on each end, and as the beasts swelled forward, they seemed to break on an invisible wall of force. Taken aback for a moment, Robin was forced back into action when one of them shouted, "Keep firing!"
He didn't want to think about what would happen if he disobeyed, after all - why would he? They were on the same side. Unleashing his bow, Robin was relieved to see that this this wall only worked one way - it kept out the monsters but allowed him to kill them. As his arrow pierced the wall, its passage was marked with a slight blue flare. But before it had even reached its target, the Hunter had unloaded his arrows once again, and kept firing until he could fire no more. He didn't have to aim that hard, only over the heads of those on his time fighting below, because due to the massed attack of the monsters, it wasn't that hard not to miss.